Produced by Rob Fusco
Engineered by Rob Fusco and John Haas

i must address that all the animals i'm facing
are all human in their making
and they're all fighting for the bacon....
but i digress..
for first, i must myself confess
that i am in the middle of the mess
and i just watch the wreck and shrug
and wipe the sweat from off my neck..
and for what?
what do i live for?
to get rich quick and lock the door?
to turn the crank from eight to four?
marry the easily ignored?
find a place i can afford?

but admit it...
yeah we do it.
we do it just to stay alive,
we give our life from nine to five
we find a niche and we survive...
but we are blessed.
cause this is all our fault.
this entire evil thing, and everything stuck in between
our sheer madness and machine
its our right
but its not right
to be as evil as we've been

nor i
i've no right to be as evil as i've been
nor i
i've no right to be as evil as i've been..

static, like anger
is cast from my fingers
the longer it lingers
the longer it stays
and anger can boil the blood in your head
and its sad that you are dead from those silly things they said
cause words shouldn't harm you.
but man can they ever.
and i wish there was a never, but this is
how it will always be.

nor i
i don't help a thing
(just save yourself)
(what do you live for?)
i don't know..

nor i
i don't help a thing......